Lin Qian was taken aback by everything around him as Lei Qian stood speechless.
"Who is actually losing their composure here?"
"Senior Brother Liu, what should we do now?"
"Perhaps we should concede for now, as their numbers overwhelm us."
Behind Liu Ming, the disciples of the Inner Sect gathered around, offering their advice.
The heavy-armored spearmen surrounded the entire platform number thirty-six, and the two squads of heavy-armored soldiers behind Lin Qian truly gave them an immense sense of pressure.
"There's no need to panic, I've seen such trivial tricks many times before," said Lei Kuo from a distance, suddenly speaking loudly.
As soon as he spoke, Lei Kuo attracted everyone's attention, including Lin Qian, who crossed his arms and watched him mockingly.
He indeed wanted to see what Lei Kuo had to say.
"The reason they wear such heavy armor is precisely because these soldiers' true identity is actually that of the Outer Sect disciples."
